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FLASH
The Lead Dog
meee Bye
GEORGE
MARSH
Copyright by
The Penn
Publishing Ca.
SYNOPSIS
Up the wild waters of the un-
known Yellow-Leg, on a winter's
aunt, journey Breck McCain and
Gaspard Lecroix, his French-Cree
comrade, with Flash, Brock’'s
puppy and their dog team, Brock's
father had warned him of the
danger of his trip. After several
battles with the stormy waters
they arrive at a fork in the Yel-
low-Leg. Brock is severely in-
jured in making a portage and
Flash leads Gaspard to the un-
conscious youth. The trappers
race desperately to reach their
destination before winter sets in.
Flash engages in a desperate
fight with a wolf and kills him,
Gaspard tells Brock of his de-
termination to find out who killed
his father, Tracks are discovered
and the two boys separate for
scouting purposes, Brock is
jumped by two Indians and a
white man and knocked uncon-
scious, He is held prisoner, Gas-
pard rescues him while his cap-
tors sleep, Gaspard believes these
men killed his father and is pre-
vented from killing them by
Brock. While out alone Gaspard
is shot from ambush by an in-
dian and kills his would-be slayer.
While out on his trap lines Brock
is caught in a heavy snow storm,
He is lost and his food gives out.
Hope Deferred
Miss Leftover—Dad’s going to give |
me a carved cedar hope chest for a
birthday present.
Miss Tarte—That'll be nice. Cedar’s
mothproof, so your things will keep
years and years in it.
Young Lady's
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A Hat Rack
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They didn’t do me any good whatever.
“Now, whenever 1 hear anyone say
they are constipated, I immediately
tell them of Milks Emulsion. I have
taken about 12 large bottles, not all
of them regular, Now I keep Milks
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regular. I have taken so much medi-
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Reason to Grumble
A Russian was being led off to exe-
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me through a rain like this.”
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squad. “We have to march back.”
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~. CHAPTER vin a
—13— dey
| The Hate of the Long Snows
Dawn of the following morning over-
| took the two still heading north, The
rabbit had put new life into the
husky. Although thinner, as yet his
| thick coat shone with vitality, and he
still carried his bushy tail jauntily
curved above his back. But the days
| of starvation and grueling snowshoe
ing had stripped the flesh from the
Square frame of Brock McCain. His
hollow eyes glowed with the light
that comes from toil without food.
That morning, as he traveled, his
eyes began to play him tricks. He
found it difficult to focus on objects.
Distant hills danced upon the horizon.
Black spots and pinpoints of light
blurred his vision. Suddenly, like the
chill of cold steel, the thought that
he could not sight his gun on game
stopped him dead in his tracks. Rais-
ing his rifle, he tried to line the sights
on a jack-pine, but the bead on the
muzzle wavereG in and »ut of the
rear sight slot which appeared, chen
faded, hen appeared, as if mocking
him,
“l guess I'm done for,” he groaned.
For a space black despair lived in
the heart of the boy caught in the
pitiless grip of the long snows. Then,
as he stood brooding, a moist nose
touched the bare hand holding the
rifle. The caress of a wa"m tongue
roused him. He glanced down at the
eager brown eyes which spoke worship
of the loyal heart which beat in that
shaggy chest.
“What you think, Flash, is the river
over those hills? Can we make it,
boy?”
For answer the dog whined, rubbing
against Brock’s legs, as the boy's
hand rested on the massive skull.
“You're strong, boy, yet. Maybe, if
we hit the river soon, you can pull
me up to the lake. My legs won't
last much longer. I can’t feel 'em any
more.”
Then at the thought of his father’s
words the boy pulled himself together.
“Flash, we've got the nerve, you and
i, if we are young, and shy on bush-
craft. Tomorrow, we're going through
to the river—over that ridge!”
So Brock plodded on, hoping against
hope for the sight of game. But the
strange ill luck which often pursues
those whose need is greatest, followed
the footsteps of the starving trapper.
Trails of fox and lynx, rabbit tracks,
and the network paths of grouse and
ptarmigan, he crossed, but for hours
his peering eyes saw no game—met no
floundering trail of caribou. They had
left the country.
Again dusk fell. Again there were
no rabbit runways in which to set
snares. Again boy and dog sat in si-
lence by a fire, Over the fire hung a
peril in which water boiled. In ‘the
water were strips of the pelts of two
rabbits and small pieces of rawhide
thongs. The eyes of the boy, bright
with starvation, hungrily watched the
nauseous stew.
“It won’t help much, Flash,” mut-
tered the boy. “But it'll warm us up
—warm us up. My feet are cold—are
yours? I can’t feel my toes—the fire’s
no good.”
With shaking hand the boy stirred
the pitiful supper in the pail.
“We're lost—and starved out, Flash,
My legs are good for one day more—
then | guess I'm through.”
The starving pair finished the stew,
| then side by side lay before the fire.
“Of course, Flash,” wandered the
semidelirious Brock, “I could shkoot
my pup—and get back. Lots of meat
on your old hones—yet Right through
the ears, eh? You'd never know what
Brock «id to you--and then he'd see
| home agtin—ihe family. What d’yub
say?”
With a low whimper, the husky be
side him nuzzled into the boy's face,
buried in kis Loed under the robes.
“Don’t want Brock to do it, do yuh?”
As if sensing the ghastly meaning of
the words, the dog again thrust his
nose into the hood. For an instant
his hairy muzzle touched the lean
cheek of his master. Then with a
throaty rumble it was withdrawn.
“You old fool!” cried the aroused
youth, sitting up in his blankets, stung
by the dog's caress. “You think Brock
was serious? Crawl out by shootin’
his pup—like a dirty Indian?” Impul-
sively the boy drew the massive head
of the husky to his breast, “You fool
dog! Brock shoot his Flash to save
his own hide?” And the boy ecrooned
incoherently into a hairy ear. AS the
great plume of a tail waved to and
fro, the deep throat of Flash rumbled
in ecstacy.
Dawn—and a dazed voyager, seek-
ing the valley of the frozen Yellow-
Leg, shuffled on unsteady legs through
the spruce into the north—at his heels
a bony husky drawing a small to-
boggan. Through the morning went
the pair, stopping frequently to rest.
Lean from lack of food though he
was, the husky, owing to his marvel-
ous vitality, still retained much of his
strength. For the Ungava, like a wolf,
starves slowly. But the master who
reeled over the white floor of forest
and barren, neared the end of his
stamina.
Two—three miles more, and |
the numbed legs would crumple under |
him—the snow-shoes which slide me- |
chanically, driven by the dogged will,
cease to move.
Then, of a sudden, as the uncertain
eyes of the boy, whom hope had de-
serted, peered ahead for the wind.
The Eyes of the Boy, Bright With
Starvation, Hungrily Watched the
Nauseous Stew.
break which would shelter his last
camp, his heart gave a great throb,
then checked, to pound again furiously
as he swayed on his feet at what he
saw,
“Deer trail!” he gasped. “Deer
trail, Flash! Made this morning! He
can’t travel far in this! We'll hang
to him, Flash—hang to him!”
Then the boy shivered as stark fear
gripped him. Could he aim his gun?
Could he hit the game?
| attendant,
| clock right?”
But there was no place for doubt
here. He had to hit him. It was his
last chance.
Leading Flash -on a rawhide thong, |
to prevent him bolting with the sled
when they saw their game, Brock fol-
lowed the trail. Hope now drove his
stiffened legs—hope of red meat, food
—life.
training of months proved itself. On
a leash Flash had been trained to
silence.
The trail led through a stand of !
scrub spruce and out over the packed
snow of icy shell of a brook. Here
Brock suddenly stopped, his jaw drop-
ping in amazement.
“Moose!” he gasped.
here on the Yellow-Leg!”
“Moose, up
And here, at last, the careful |
Instead of the familiar, round-toed |
tracks of a caribou, stamped into the
hard footing, like the thrust of a die
in wax, were the long, pointed, cow-
like tracks of a moose.
Following the trail which led in the
direction of a heavy stand of black
spruce and cedar, under a ridge,
Brock led his plunging dog.
“Shut up, Flash! Steady boy!” he
ordered in low tones, “He's there, in
that bush.”
The animal had traveled up wind—
he would not smell them; so it was
safe to hold to the trail. Slipping off
the dog’s harness, leaving the sled,
Brock led him by the thong. As they
entered the cover of the timber, ears
and eyes tense, the heart of the boy
shook him as an
launch. Somewhere ahead in
spruce was food—life.
not miss!
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Modern Japan
Not much longer will Japan be the
land of quaint medieval scenes and
customs for the occidental traveler
The Osaga municipality has completed
all the geological investigations and
other necessary arrangements for the
construction of a high speed tramecai
service. The system will consist of
underground and overhead lines, to be
completed at an estimated cost of
$80,000,000.
First to Be Cremated
The body of the first person to be
cremated In the United States was
that of Baron de Palin at Washing:
ton, Pa, in 1876
| audience you began
engine shakes a |
the |
If only he did |
THE PATTON COURIER
Curre
PROVED IT
“lI am expecting no packages due
today,”
“This is your number,”
pressman, looking on the box.
name’s Johnson?”
“Yes.”
“Then it's for you.”
“It must be a case of mistaken
identity.”
“I'm not concerned with what is in
it, but it’s yours.”
said the ex-
“Your
Successful Party
1
AGED PRISONER
FREED AFTER 38
YEARS IN CELL
| Softened by Prison Life He
Returns to Germany to
Waiting Wife.
Madison, Wis.—Resurrected from
the living dead by a pardon which
ended 38 years of confinement in the
Waupun (Wis.) state prison, Joseph
Fuchs, seventy-three, went back to
Germany, the land of his birth, a land
which, as a “lifer,” he never expected
| to see again,
said the book store manager. |
Out of a welter of fierce emotions
that caused this man to murder in
1890, out of long, dulling monotony of
38 years spent in prison, has come
a calm, a quietude of the soul
| is like a religion to this kindly, white-
| but
an old soul
Negro Yard Man—Yas'm, we had a |
gran’ time at de pahty. Dey was
so many folks dat we couldn't hardly
move around. And noise! Folks
couldn’t hardly hear themselves
think.”
Mistress—Sounds rather tumultu- |
ous.
Man—Oh, no, ma’am—not too |
'multuous, jes 'multuous enough.”
AWFULLY MANNISH
“Mary’s awfully mannish.”
“Yes, and manless in consequence.”
Metamorphosis
Marriage oft brings about
A change immense;
A little dear turns out
A big expense.
It’s All Wrong
Asylum doctor about to make his
morning round looks at tower clock
and discovers he is late; meeting an
he asks: “George, is that
George—No; If it was it wouldnt
be here.
Became Undesirable Risk
“Hear about Jackson?”
“No, what about him?”
“He was married last week, and the
life insurance agent attended the wed-
ding, and when he lamped the bride.
canceled the $20,000 policy Jackson
had on his life.”
WHAT SHE WOULD DO
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Bashful Youth—If you were in my
place what would you do?
Modern Maid—Hire an up-to-date
chap with good arms to call on the
girls for me.
Two in One
We had a fine canary;
We also own a cat;
We have no more canary,
But puss is now quite fat.
Think of the Finish
Professor—I don’t think my lecture
last night was much of a success,
Wife—But think of the splendid
with,
Troublesome Wads
Junior Partner—It’s no use talking
to the stenographer—she sticks to her
gum.
Senior Partner—Her sticking to her
haired “lifer.”
Prison life may harden some men,
38 years of it did not seem to
harden Fuchs. He emerged as kindly
as one could find
where.
any- |
“I have learned my lesson,” the old |
man sighed when he was brought be- |
fore the governor to receive a “spe-
cial” pardon certificate.
Is Happy Now.
“I'm an old man now,” he said, “but
know that never again will there
be trouble in my life. It was a long
time, 38 years: but I am happy.”
“Love Thy Neighbor,” was the phi-
| tosophy which the man adopted dur-
ing his long years of imprisonment,
He Emerged as a Kindly Old Soul.
and he practiced his creed. He was
1 model prisoner, and for this reason,
he said, prison life was not extremely
hard for him because he always was
treated kindly.
“There wus so much time to think,”
he said, “—so much time to think.”
Not quite all of the story of Fuchs’ |
life is known in this country, because
he never would tell all. Even after
he was released from prison, he con-
tinued to maintain silence concerning |
the crime for which he was convicted.
Wife Awaits Return.
In Germany, Fuchs’ wife, faithful to
him through all these years, awaits
| his return. Mrs. Fuchs still lives at
the old Fuchs’ homestead in Train,
rode in a motor bus,
Germany—the homestead which Fuchs
left to come to America.
When Fuchs came from the prison
at Waupun to the capitol here he
the first he had
ever seen. Here he heard a radio for
the first time and marveled at this
“miracle,” which had come to pass
| during the years he was “buried
alive.”
|
Truly, it was like a resurrection—
| the emerging of this softened old man
from prison, Everything had changed
and to him everything was marvelous.
Despite all the changes which he
saw in the rest of the world. the old
man slyly whispered that in Train he
hoped to find things as he left them
S50 many years ago,
(Kills Wife at Own Plea
and Dies Beside Her
Joulder, Colo.—Yielding to his
wife's pleas that he Kill her, J. E.
Kirkbride, forty-five, former district
| attorney of Boulder, fired a bullet
gum doesn’t bother so much; it's the |
things she sticks her gum to.
Nobody Home—Ever
“Did 1 understand you to say that
Dubbleigh was absent-minded 7”
“Yes, but not in the way that it af-
fects some very learned professors.
In Dubbleigh’s case it is continuous.”
—Smith's Weekly.
'S a Hard Life
“How's everything with you these
days?’ asked the old friend.
“I'm having as hard a time as a
character in a comic strip, with no
artist in sight to eventually straight.
en things out for me,” sighed the
other one.
No More Than a Sisterly Act
“When you told Jack you'd be a sis
ter to him, what did he say?”
“He had the nerve to ask to borrow
my car so that he could take anoth-
er gir! for a ride.”
through her head and then shot him-
self through the right temple
Their bodies were found side by
side in their bedroom. Six letters
were found in which Kirkbride de-
tailed his wife's fears that she was
going insane, and her appeals to him
to kill her.
Mrs. O. M. Gilbert, wife of a promi-
nent physician, and Mrs. Mary Boyd,
hoth sisters of Kirkbride, said Kirk-
bride and his wife often had dis
cussed suicide. They little dreamed
he actually would commit the deed,
even though he considered it merciful,
they said.
Mrs. Kirkbride had
several examinations at
Psychopathic hospital.
submitted to
the Denver
Herbert's Lighter Works,
Firemen Vouch for It
Attica, Ind.—Herbert Hanapel has
a cigarette lighter that will light. This
lighter was even powerful enough to
all out the local fire department.
Hanapel was filling the lighter and
he absent-mindedly pressed on the |
automatic ignition. ; It worked. The
fluid he was psing blazed up, the
flames burning his hands. Blankets
were used to smother the hlaze and
the fire department was called.
bert was not burned seriously.
| veteran Glacier park cowboy guide, re-
| with no more hips than a rattlesnake,
that |
PARK GUIDE ROUTS
|| HAAKHAAAAAAAAIAA AA AHH FIA
Body of Murder Victim
Identified by Kilier
Ottawa, Ont.—The unusual
procedure of calling on a pris-
oner, charged with murder, to
identify the body of his victim,
was invoked by Ottawa author-
ities recently at the inquest into
the death of Pietero Parrotta,
shot to death by Bruno Massina,
his brother-in-law,
After the jury had been sworn
in it was found that there was
no one to identify the dead
man, Massina was summoned
and, shackled to two detectives,
he identified the body as that of 3
Parrotta, whom he has admit-
ted killing,
FHA IOS OIOR IR
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BEAR WITH CLUB
Proves Theory That Only
Grizzlies Are Feared.
Glacier Park, Mont.—Mike Shannon,
lates an amusing incident distinguish-
ing between the fearful respect West-
erners have for a grizzly and their
utter disregard for the black species
of the bear family. He says:
“ ‘Rattlesnake Slim’ was one of our
outfit. The name originally intended
for him by his parents had long since |
been lost for all save legal purposes.
He won his cognomen from two char-
acteristics, viz: First, the cowboy
build which he possesses to an un-
usual degree, six feet two inches and
and, secondly, his sudden and unpre-
meditated way of doing the most reck-
less thing that comes into his head—
| just like a rattlesnake.
| bear!
{ tore up all the trees on the side of the |
Her- | school,
| stroyed.
“On the occasion 1 recite Slim and
half a dozen guides had started from |
the chalets at Granite park to a place
several hundred yards up the moun-
tain, where they rolled their beds un-
{ der some scrub pines, near the corral.
The night was dark, except for stars.
and halfway up the trail Slim, who
was in the lead, suddenly noticed an
unusually large bear directly ahead.
“ ‘Well, boys, if it's a grizzly, he holds
the trail he volunteered as he ad
{ vanced to within ten feet of the an
imal.
lowing cautiously.
The rest of the guides were fol- |
They were all pre-
I puared to make a hasty detour for the
hristles rose on the bear's neck as he |
turned to meet them,
“But Slim felt around on the ground
till he picked up a good-sized limb of
a fir tree, and with a wilg yell, ‘It’s
only a black bear, I cain’t go round,
he charged the beast, hitting it a two-
handed whack across the shoulders. |
Slim was right. It was only a black |
The frightened animal fairly
mountain in making its get-away.’
Poem Betrays Robber
Into Police Custody |
Moscow.—A scribbled poem was the
only clew found by the police in in-
specting the scene of a robbery here.
And the robber has been caught.
The railroad worker whose home
was robbed denied having written that
or any other Moreover, the |
handwriting was -not his. It had ap- |
parently been dropped by the bandit |
in making off with the loot.
Some days later the authorities raid- |
ed a hut in the forest near Moscow, ;
where an eccentric person had set up |
house. The suspect, Dmitri Chinien- |
koff, said that he was only a poet, |
living as inexpensively and as quietly
as possible, away from the turmoil of |
the city. |
A search netted a great stack of
manuscript, poems long afd short. It |
also netted a great deal of prosaic |
goods for whieh the criminal police
had been searching, among them the
things stolen from the railroad work- |
er. Confronted with the scribbled
found in the robbed home,
verse.
poem
Chinienkoff proudly claimed owner- |
ship. |
Unfortunately the press account is |
based upon police information which
fails to provide any critical judg- |
ment on the merits of Chinienkofl’s
poetry.
Kills Pet Cat and Dog
and Then Ends His Life
Middletown, N. Y.—Henry Litts,
sixty, committed suicide near Nar-
rowsbury, after killing a pet cat and
a hunting dog to make sure they
would not suffer after his death. Litts |
took his shotgun, led his dog off into
a patch of woods near his home and |
shot the animal.
Then he returned to the house, care-
fully put the gun back in its case,
took his tiger cat in his arms and,
after caressing it, went to the back
yard and strangled it to death.
When darkness came Litts retired
to his room upstairs, soon after which |
a shot was heard. Breaking open the |
door, members of the household found |
Litts dying on the floor, having fired |
the full charge from the gun into his |
throat. Some years ago his wife left
him, and he had been despondent at |
times since her departure. He had no |
|
regular occupation.
Fire Razes School
Regina, Susk.—Fire which swept
through an Indian school at Pun- |
| michy, Saskatchewan, drove i06 chil. |
|
dren and 10 teachers into a tempera-
ture of 23 degrees below zero. The
valued at $250,000, was de-
I checked,
| tiny baby,
always safe to use;
| i SAME PRESCRIPTION
|
| medicine, back in 1875,
| People lived normal lives, ate
Wha Will
When your
Children Cry
for It
There is hardly a household that
| hasn't heard of Castoria! At least five
million homes are never without it, If
there are children in your family,
there’s almost daily need of its com-
fort. And any night may find you very
thankful there's a bottle in the house.
Just a few drops, and that colic or
constipation is relieved; or diarrhea
A vegetable product; a baby
remedy meant for young folks, Castoria
is about the only thing you have ever
| heard doctors advise giving to infants.
Stronger medicines are dangerous to a
however harmless they may
Good old Castoria!
and remember
be to grown-ups.
Remember the name,
| to buy it. It may spare you a sleep-
less, anxious night. It is always ready,
in emergencies, or
for everyday ailments. Any hour of the
| day or night that Baby becomes fret-
| ful, or
restless. Castoria was never
more popular with mothers than it ig
today. Every druggist has it.
[SEN
For Piles, Corns
Bunions, Chilblains, etc.
Hanford’s
Balsam of Myrrh
All dealers are authorized to refund your money for the
first bottle if not suited.
Cuba's. Gift Vase
A marble vase seven fet high and
weighing six tons, carved from the
original memorial raised in Havana to
the memory of the men who went
down with the battleship Maine, has
been presented by the Cuban govern-
ment to the United States. The vase
will be placed in Potomac park.
Mean What You Say
Everything you say will be remem
hered by some one else after you have
forgotten it.—Atchison Globe.
After a girl has refused him twelve
times a superstitious youth will quit
proposing.
HE WROTE IN 1892
When Dr. Caldwell started to practice
the needs for &
laxative were not *as great as today.
plain,
wholesome food, and got plenty of fresh
| air. But even that early there were
drastic physics and purges for the relief
of constipation which Dr. Caldwell did
not believe were good for human beings.
The prescription for constipation that
he used early in his practice, and which
he put in drug stores in 1892 under the
name of Dr. Caldwell’s Syrup Pepsin,
is a liquid vegetable remedy, intended
for women, children and elderly people,
and they need just such a mild, safe
| bowel stimulant.
This prescription has proven its worth
and is now the largest selling liquid
laxative. It has won the confidence of
people who needed it to get relief from
headaches, biliousness, flatulence, indi-
gestion, loss of appetite and sleep, bad
breath, dyspepsia, colds, fevers. At your
druggist, or write “Syrup Pepsin,”
Dept. BB, Monticello, Illinois, for free
trial bottle.
SHOE LIE Lo 6
or bursitisare easilyand
tuickly removed with-
out knife or firing iron.
Absorbinereducesthem
permanently and leaves no
4 blemishes. Will not blister
7%) @ or remove the hair. Horse
worked during treatment. Atdruggistsor
$2.50 postpaid. Horse book 6-S free,
Surprised user writest *‘Horse had largest shoe boil I
ever saw, Now all gone, I would not have thonght that
Absorbine could take it away so completely.
ABSORBINE
(W. F. YOUNG. Inc. 510 Lyman St., Springfield, Mass.
HOXSIE’S GROUP REMEDY
OF CHILDREN
No bi iA ne ay Ee cents at druggists, oa
KELLS CO, NEWBURGH, N. X.
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NOT A PRIZE
FIGHTER, NOR ARE
THESE CAULIFLOWES
EARS.
WIGHT HEAD-
PHONES BUNGED
UP THESE EARS,
WHENCE ‘THE
NAME,
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